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Our love is like a moth with damaged wings,
ignited with flame,
drowning in a broken frame
Our love is drowning - helplessly,
mourning as it falls,
waiting for a lover's call
Our love is waiting - impatiently waiting,
wanting to fly again,
dreaming to be save from pain
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Poems and Poetries
PoetryDate Started: November 11, 2018 "The silent ones hold the loudest minds"
